This is a song about "Killing old people"

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

Quietly killing people in the night a secret in plain sight

Do i enjoy when i'm killing other people, totally

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

A beautiful 'puffee , killing

Killing innocent people is not part of religion,

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

Killing till they're real rap people at the top instead manic flops

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Where the old people are scared to walk the streets at night

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right